living covertly in Japan

We stop imagining cool stuff after we hit puberty. What was once pirate adventures, space ships, world series home runs, and fighting goblins becomes day dreams about the hot girl sitting next to me in Mr. Walker’s world history course, and what she would look like taking this scantron test topless.

I left my imagination in high school… and the only thing I learned is I’m heterosexual… unfair…